If I were to start a punk band that only played Christmas songs, I’d call it Iggy and the Scrooges.
Archive for December, 2007
I ordered this pen on a whim, and it arrived — all by its little self — in this box, with this packing material, when a little envelope would have done JUST FINE.
Here’s where I spend five days each week. I love our pod — we have windows on two sides and almost never turn on the overhead fluorescents. I get to look out on the courtyard all day.
The ficus on the left was a 6-inch stick when it was given to me.
Other voices, other rooms: Paula, […]
On the way out of the house, I lost my footing on the ice-glazed front steps and fell hard on my back and right wrist. Ow.
In the space of one block near MIT, I saw a dead rat, blood leading from its little head, the wing from a pigeon, which looked as though it had […]
Seth Godin and Scott Berkun.
Kate Winslet and Cate Blanchett.
Paul Westerberg and Paul Weller
Anu Garg and Anil Dash.
Graham Nash, Gram Parsons, and Grant Hart.
43 folders and 37signals (I blame the prime numbers)